DAFFODILS. 



FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see 



You haste away so soon ; 

 As yet the early rising sun 



Has not attained his noon : 

 Stay, stay 



Until the hastening day 

 Has run 



But to the even-song 

 And, having pray'd together, we 



Will go with you along 



We have short time to stay as ye, 



We have as fleet a spring, 

 As quick a growth to meet decay 



As you or any thing ; 

 We die 



As your hours do, and dry 

 Away, 



Like to the summer's rain, 

 Or as the pearls of morning's dew, 



Ne'er to be found again. 



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